{Mm, she seemed rather convinced she wasn’t. Huxley offered a small nod, processing his next step. So he cleared his throat.}
Okay, erh, so what was it again you needed help with?
Huh. Well, erm, yeah. I suppose you’ve got a point.
But from recent discoveries over the language, some have the ability despite not being snakes. Once again, not my district so I’m not too inclined to go into all that but still.
{Concerned head tilt.}
Erhh, well, erm, you were in the middle of speaking about helping someone and then just started… whizzing out? Sounded like parseltongue but I’m not entirely certain as it’s not my district.
The stick tumbles out of his snout as he receives attention. He’s made someone’s day or at least their moment and that’s what he was intending to do. It’s always good to see someone laughing. Even if it was at his own expense.
||. Okay! So not only is this cutie in Shakespeare gear at the actual Globe Theatre in London, but it’s my birth month and his name is HUXLEY!? And I’m just now realizing this nine days into May! 🤯🥰
“Erh, uh, no. Yeah, I don’t remember us talking about a boyfriend. Does your parents know about this Enoch fellow?” Huxley rambled in his bewilderment.